Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.

We often ignore red flags until its too late. When it comes to those we love, it's too easy to turn a blind eye in the sake of not tarnishing their perfect image. But now, there's no denying the monster the girl you love has become, or maybe this is who she always was and you never let yourself admit it.

Stuck in a city overrun by hysteria and struggling to escape the everyday nightmare of a dead end job wasn't how you'd expected to be spending your 20s. When everyone around you is so focussed on the maniac at large, the smaller things tend to go unnoticed until it's far too late.

Valeria Silvius, One of the oldest vampire alive. She's been walking on earth since 1408 and have meet so many people, yet one really stuck with her. Avianna Alastair, A siren, has pulled many in with just her voice alone, yet in 1800 she managed to allure, a vampire and since then, it's been hatred from both sides. But what happens when forces recreates the same scene for them, just 224 years later, at the exact same place, and day. With a sweet voice calling and tingling fangs, they were eye to eye once again. What could possibly make the hate go away? (Slow Updates) -------- "Something tells me this isn't the main reason you're here either," Valeria said, running her tongue over her teeth before she stood up. She opened my legs standing in between them. She ran her hands up my stomach, over my breast and to my neck holding it with both of her hands, making me look her in the eyes watching them slowly turned red. Valeria moved my head around, tightening her hold on my neck causing me to close my eyes. Yet she pinched the side of my neck causing them to open again-to see her eyes fully red. "Tell me what you are here for" Valeria whispered, pulling my face closer to hers, looking me in the eyes as her pupils grew. "That doesn't work on me" I whispered but she just smirked, pulling me closer-to the point our noses were touching. "Of course it does baby" Valeria smirked, quickly her pupils formed into a thin line and her smirk disappeared, "Tell me baby-what are you here for" She whispered and this time the weight of telling her was on my chest, choking me. "Agreement-" I started causing her to nod and pull away her hands still on my neck, "I want us to feed off of each other through sex" I said and instantly the weight was gone.

When a grumpy, uptight American finds herself lost in the streets of Paris, she never expected it would lead to a whirlwind romance with a captivating french stranger. As their connection blossoms through language barriers and cultural differences, Y/N discovers a love she never thought possible.

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ...

Come on, tell me that you need me, like you really mean it, even though you don't... another gay billie fic

gay billie eilish fans obsessed with love island uk unite? we're pretending billie is british in this funny gay slow burn enemies to lovers!

Will you take my hand and make a shadow? Billie finds herself trapped in Montana, at "The Light," with a frustratingly religious roommate, Jenny. Accepting her reality, she's determined to bring Jenny into the dark, to show her who she really is. Yet for Jenny, the only way she can make it back home is if she can "heal" not only herself, but Billie as well. Inspired by: The Miseducation of Cameron Post, The Wilds, and Yellowjackets

After the tragic spilt, Alexander and Billie have been going through life on different paths. They claimed they want nothing to do with each other. But life has a funny way of making you eat your own words. (Sequel to Desirable Secrets)